Lyrics Car Seat Headrest

Car Seat Headrest

Times To Die

All of my friends are getting married

All of my friends are right with God

All of my friends are making money

But art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves

I think I’m gonna build a giant hotel

Lest we be scattered, I’ll stack it sky-high

It’s not symbolic, it’s just human nature

Under the foundations, there is a graveyard

We’ve all had better times to die

We’ve all seen better times to die

We’ve all had better times to die

We all had better times to die

“Get a job!”

Job lying in bed while all his friends chant “you must’ve done something wrong”

But he just keeps singing this song

Got to have faith in the one above me

Got to believe that Lombardi loves me

It’s a deal

I want a deal

Let’s cut a covenant

And when they took him to the temple

Oh, then they fed him to the devil

And when they took him to their temple

Oh then they fed him to their devils

And when they took him to the table

(HEY MAN WE LISTENED TO YOUR DEMOS)

Before they fed him to their devils

Oh when they took him to the temple

Oh then they listened to his demos

Most of the time I’m just getting older

But I’ll get to heaven standing on your shoulders

So many people you know that could make you

They say kid you’re good, but do you have what it takes to be

Invited into the divine council?

We’ve all had better times to die

We’ve all seen better times to die

We’ve all had better times to die

We all had better times to die

Invited into the divine council

Invited into the divine…

Would you give it all up if there was another scene?

Would you kill it to see and to be seen?

Would you give it all up if you had another scene?

Would you kill it to see or to be seen?

Is it harder to speak when you're holding the machine?

Is it harder to sleep when you can hear him breathe?

Is it harder to speak when you're holding the machine?

Is it harder to sleep when you can feel him breathe?